Will you ever come find me?

You, the you I dream of.

You, the you that i know understands me most.

You, the you that makes my toes curl.

You, the you that see’s me like no one see’s me.

You, the you that leaves a scent on my soul.

You, the you who’s silhouette I see next to me in the middle of the night. And the curly hair on your head as the morning streams in.

You, the you that has me in every single way.

You, the you that holds my face in your big warm hands perfectly.

You, the you that I’m looking for.

You, the you that should come find me.

Lovingly waiting,

You and Yours.

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